Darkwolfsoul010

The Shapeshifting Event

Name: Kristen 'Kris' Buchanan
Age: 22
Sex: F
Alternative Form:

woof woof

Human Apperance:

Kris

Biography:
Her mother was Russian, her father Australian, and they met somewhere in the middle. Her father, Jaxon, was a strong man. Rich and powerful, he was much older than her mother, Alina. Jaxon was strict too, often barking orders at the small woman who loved him. And honestly, Alina did love her husband. Despite all the yelling, despite all the commands and cold shoulders, she loved him, and she would do anything for him. Jaxon loved her back, somewhere deep down inside. Something he only showed on occasion, at random, to the poor, frail woman.

Thus, Kris was born. On an average sunday, during an average summer in eastern Europe, an average baby was born. Kris was all that Alina had ever wanted and more. The baby laughed, cried, and melted the hearts of most who met her. Even Jaxton was proud of their baby girl, and would carry her around in his huge hands for all to see. Everything was bright, if only for a short while.

One day, on Kristen's 3rd birthday to be exact, she started to change. Her soft toddler skin grew coarse fur. Her small teeth grew sharp. Her body shifted. No longer a beautiful baby girl, Kris had turned into some kind of animal. Her parents, out of fear, locked her in a small room in the basement until she changed back to her normal self. She lived with them for only a few more days before her mother's heart broke and she grew ill. Her father scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the house, dropping her at a humane society near by since even he didn't know where to put her.

Kris grew up there, with people and animals alike. Her new family accepted her and knew how to care for both her forms. They even paid for her teachings and activities and, when it was time, helped her move to a new home and start her own life.

Personality:
Kristen, just liker her power, is very explosive. When she is happy, she is extremely happy, and when she is angry, she is extremely angry. Anything could set her off, be it a comment or weird look given by a stranger. She has a very short fuse and a very bad temper to match. However, with her close friends she is sarcastic and funny. She also respects strength and loyalty, always looking out for her loved ones.

Views on the conflict: Currently indifferent.

Magical Capability: Kristen can create/generate, shape and manipulate explosions, a rapid increase in volume and release of energy in an extreme manner. She does this by being able to generate extremely high temperatures and quick control of gases in the surrounding air, causing explosions that range from mild shock to annihilating. However, she must be careful because she is not immune to the outcome and side effects of the explosions. Kris has mastered the ability to propel herself foreward without hurting herself and (usually) those around her. This gives her much higher than average speeds. Her weakness is that she can only use her power either in short bursts, or one huge explosion but must wait for her ability to regenerate. Also she is not very physically strong.

Heroes: The Fall

I dont know what to do with Leena at the moment, but I'll think of something!

The Shapeshifting Event

I'll post up my character tonight!

Moderators - The Virtual Abyss

I'll post later tonight!

The Insurgency

"If you two don't get yer hands off of each other, I will cross this fuckin' bar and MAKE you stop fightin'." Kathrine slammed a heavy mug down on the dirty surface of the bar, and listened to the silence that followed. Her other hand gripped a small rag tightly, frozen above it's surface. The silence in the bar echoed in her ears. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at two men, both still gripping at each other's shirts. Her lip curled in a rough snarl as she arched an eyebrow and waited. After a few more seconds she slammed the mug on the table again, making the people closest to her flinch. Slowly, the men loosened their grips and let go of one another. They moved to oppasite ends of the bar, scoffing in the awkward silence and making quiet comments to their buddies. Soon the bar had filled with noise again, and the tension in Kathrine's arms loosened a bit.

Kathrine tugged at her work uniform, waiting for the day to end while she scrubbed down the counter. On her hung a pair of loose jean overalls, cut up and worn out. They were her short pair, since it was too hot in the damn place to wear full length jeans, they came down to the middle of her theighs. This, unfortunately, revealed her freckled, bruised and scraped up legs. Her shirt was a simple white top with stains across most of it, the sleeves had been ripped off, showing off her strong arms. She ran one hand through her short hair and sighed. Maintaining a tough image in a bar full of incredibally strong men and women was tough, but she liked it. Pausing from her cleaning she let out a hacking cough before turning to the nearest garbage and spitting out whatever was in her mouth.

"Whatchya got back there?" A man said as he eyed Kathrine up and down.

"Beer, moonshine, whiskey and vodka. Dregs if you want somethin' mixed."

"Nah, I mean, what you got back there?" He smiled at her, revealing a mouth of broken and missing teeth.

"A knife or my fist in yer face, whichever one you prefer. I can make it shakin' not stirred too."

The man let out a few rude remarks before getting up to leave. God she wished this night would end faster.

Moderators - The Virtual Abyss

Are we waiting for someone, or can we post at will?

Heroes: The Fall

Arizona
Town of Duskfall, outside of a small cafe

Leena rolled her eyes. The heat was killing her. She sat under an umbrella, on a wire chair, at a wire table, drinking a cold coffee and flipping through a magazine. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the sun was beating down relentlessly. She could see heat waves rising from the cement roads only feet away. This was definitely not good for her allergies.

Leena was wearing an antique style lolita dress, white with puffed shoulders and lace trim. It ended right above her knees and puffed outwards in an almost unnatural way. Her bright red hair was tied in a bun, tight against her head. One foot tapped against the ground in a soft rhythm, her black high heels making a distinct clank against the ground. If one would focus closely on her, they would see the stray strands of her hair move every so often, despite the fact that there was no wind. At the same time she would quietly snap her fingers.

In reality what she was doing was using her powers, out in the open, without a care in the world. As she sipped her coffee, she snapped her fingers. A tiny explosion would happen, just above her head, blowing cold wind at her forehead. A perfect way to cool down on a hot day. Occasionally her eyes would scan around her to make sure no one was watching her too closely.

6th Street Enigma

Name: Leena Christanson

Age: 22

Appearance:

Leena

Occupation:
Works at a pet store, lives on 6th street.

Personality:
Leena is cheerful and optimistic, often the rallying force when things look grim. Leena is always bubbly and ridiculous, often being the first to crack a joke or laugh in an awkward situation. She seems to be permanently happy, regardless of the current circumstances, and will always attempt to defuse a tense situation with humor. She loves to cause mischief with her friends. Though generally likable, she can quickly get on the nerves of those with less tolerance for silly things because she rarely appears serious.

However, Leena is troubled deep inside. She can never seem to make lasting friends, and everyone in her life often leaves her before truly getting to know her. She has never gotten the chance to open up to anyone, which, when she is alone, leaves her feeling depressed and anxious.

Bio:
Leena comes from a rather stressful background. Her mother died due to cancer, when she was very young and she has only the barest of memories of her, though she has seen many pictures and her father insists she was a dedicated and powerful woman. Anyone who meets her father, Sean Chirstanson, will immediately see that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree for he is a strange and eccentric man intently devoted to writing novels, and being a travelling spokesperson. It is has been said that he was not always so off-the-wall but that the death of his wife left him a bit too unstable for his own good and, for Leena, it was very difficult growing up as he had little time to give to her, though he loved her as best he could and often let her watch, or even participate, in his work, letting her travel cross countries with him from time to time. Though relatively unknown in more distant countries, Sean was a fairly famous comedian and writer.

She attended many schools, bouncing too and fro as her father traveled, and did moderately well in her classes, even placing on the honor roll as a high school student, but was always a loner on the fringes of school life. When she finally graduated she was old enough to live on her own and moved away from her dad, letting him travel in peace. Now she has a fair paying job and is in the final terms of getting her college degree in communications.

6th Street Enigma

I'll join, since you posted in the other RP you have going on and I'm pretty interested. I'll create a character tonight!

There's No More Room In Hell, So Now We Need To Work Our Way Into Heaven?!

Raineh Daze said
This is meant to be a comedic RP. That cost... isn't.

I'm not going to go into gruesome details or anything. It's extremely ironic, making it comedic? If the GM says it's not ok though I'll change it.